(feat. Too $hort, K-Ci)E-Feezey!Too Scheezy!Yeah we off the heezy in this beezy mainOff the heezy I thought you theezy!!Hey man where your boy K-Ceeezi at main??Ain't no tellin, ay K-Ci!Aight aight get up here and sprinkle some of these fools manLace em up the same Playboy get up![Chorus:]Say that you got it allLove the way you players ballEveryday you're at the mallTell me is it true or falseSay that you got it allLove the way you players ballClaimin that your mail is tallTell me is it true or false[Verse One: E-40, Too $hort]Now I put my back end down ain't never been asideI was havin b-r-e-a-d way before this rap game fool I been tappedThought you theezy, for sheezy, fools 'memberEarl, Brat, and Denell dem boys from VallelAt every light it's automatic, BURN RUBBERSee my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERBFollow that cab it got yole in itMy potnah $hort got some broads in itI'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songsI live like that for real and you'll never say I'm wrongS-500 straight sittin on twentiesTV in the dash dippin fast gettin moneyI'm Too $hort baby been down since the eightiesFor the last eight years I've rolled around in a MercedesLexus, trucks, drop that CaddyWomen don't call me by my name they call me daddy[Chorus][Verse Two: E-40, Too $hort]K-Ci $hort E-40 times are reallyI'll probably never have long money like Ross PerilliBut shit we just want an helpDon't want the whole plateDon't put the two on the ten, don't ever perpetrateLike a lot of these fools I see on TVWith the Armani Chanel Versus VersacciHow come we can't be broke sometimes?Sometimes it's cool to flossBut don't buy an eighty-five thousand dollar carBefore you buy a houseThey always said I couldn't rap wit my dirty lyricsI guess they fear it, I couldn't hear itAnd now they wanna call me hardcoreWhile I be steppin out the shower on a marble floorI paid the IRS taxes send FedEx and faxesThis industry'll never ever see meI work hard and don't play handle mine everydayanyway cuz I gotta stay paid 40[Chorus][Verse Three: E-40, Too $hort]With cold parties on big ole boatsFools up out they people, ultrafied all-inclusive trips, Montego JamaicaFront row seats at the Ultimate Fights, shamrock and severinLong expensive fuh-flights, up dere in the heavensBig ole royalty checks, humungous cribSmokin bless and drinkin Bruno on the balcony, barbecuin ribsThe more scrilla, the merrierI represent the Ya areaI walk from Foothill and Tray escort to Sixty-Seventh and ArthurTo Freddie B's house to make tapes with my potnahHit up Royal Park, we had tapes for saleGot a paper bag full of that, can't you tellit's funky, everybody nod they head like thisI started rappin, and everybody read my lipsI kept mackin, suckin up the game from the Oand even though a lot of rappers got the same kind of flowI survived cuz I got mo', game than themIt came straight from the bitches, players, and pimpsIt was my destiny, I came the same every timeSo don't question me, I transfer the game in the rhymesI'm not a freestyler, don't rap for free mainIt's Paystyle on mine, cuz I love money mainLandrovers and Toyota, LexusesSix-hundred feet twelve with them big ol motor MercedesesWe don't be savin broads, hoes be savin usHoe respect me in my car, baitch best to catch the busI keep a briefcase full of game, while y'all be ear-hustlinAin't no paperback pimp playboy, we ain't strugglin[Chorus]